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Summer is my pal. She is a 7 year old, 70 pound English Lab. I adopted her 4 years ago. I think there was some Providence involved with our coming together. Here is our story if you care to read:

My first brief meeting with Summer was when she was with her young "parents" (my nephew and his girlfriend). "Wanna meet Summer?" "What, it's Summertime now." "No, our dog". "Oh." "Okay!" Immediately I felt a connection with Summer and blurted "Can I have her?" Huh? Those around thought my comment was very inappropriate. Really, I don't know why I said that. Thought I was being silly. I kinda meant it, but not really. I had a much loved dog 2 years prior and I could hardly endure seeing her through old age and death. I wasn't really interested in another dog. They want for alot of attention. I already had 2 cats. I preferred cats. I think I was a cat in some previous life. That was that.

Two years later I received an email from Summer's "mom" inquiring if I wanted to adopt Summer. They had new baby, a 1 bedroom dark apartment, 2 "parents" gone all day and 2 cats-made for little attention and activity for Summer. Did I want her? (See, if I earlier hadn't blurted out that "inappropriate" question of having Summer I might not have gotten this opportunity...just sayin'.) Hmmm. This is a big deal. Accepting another pet, a dog, a big young dog. And I already have 2 cats. Was I going to be The Animal Lady on the block? Did I have the time, energy, finances and love for another pet?

Summer and I met again. She looked at me with her big, brown, longing eyes. Her tail crazily wagging circles. And I swear she was smiling. She came to my side and was never more than 3 feet away from me the rest of the visit. There you have it. The answer had been made for us. We already belonged together. So, I took her home. Prepared the house and yard for a dog. Introduced her to the cats (who remained "top dogs" even with a real dog now in residence!).

I have never regretted adopting Summer. She adapted well over time with routines, consistency, attention and activity. She seems happy, confident and secure. She is mellow, fun and good-looking! She is a good watchdog and a good companion. Summer makes for a lot of laughter and moments of thoughtful pause.
And best of all, she is getting grey(white) hair at the same accelerated pace as me! Thanks for that, Summer! I love you more

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Last edited by blueemerald on Mon August 24th, 2015, 10:40 pm, edited 3 times in total.

A dog is a gift. I firmly hold to the opinion that animals are on loan from God, to give us practice in being responsible, caring, and learning to deal, because of their much shorter lives, with loss and death.

But the payback from a loving pet is beyond price. It sounds like you have found that in Summer. Congratulations!

My current pack members are Niffler, a 12-year old standard poodle, her daughter Penelope (Penny) a 4-year-old Goldendoodle. No cats since Onyx died 4 years ago, but out at my friend's ranch I have my packing pets, Pachacuti (Patch), Bandit, and Old Josh, (AKA 'Methusallama'). Plus Henessy, the chicken that flew into our yard two years ago and has been running around dropping a blue egg here and there. When she's in the mood, she lets me pick her up and stroke her feathers.